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Mitunter weicht von meiner Brust

Language: German (Deutsch)

Mitunter weicht von meiner Brust,
Was sie bedrückt seit deinem Sterben;
Es drängt mich, wie in Jugendlust,
Noch einmal um das Glück zu werben.

Doch frag ich dann: "Was ist das Glück?"
So kann ich keine Antwort geben,
Als die, daß du mir kämst zurück,
Um so wie einst mit mir zu leben.

Dann seh ich jenen Morgenschein,
Da wir dich hin zur Gruft getragen;
Und lautlos schlafen die Wünsche ein,
Und nicht mehr will ich das Glück erjagen.


Translation(s): FRE

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Confirmed with Storms Werke, herausgegeben von Theodor Hertel, ertes Band, Mehers Klassiker-Ausgaben, Bibliographisches Institut, Leipzig und Wien, 1918, page 103.


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Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , title 1: "De temps en temps s'échappe de ma poitrine", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Text added to the website: 2013-04-21.
Last modified: 2016-02-10 18:48:27
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De temps en temps s'échappe de ma poitrine

Language: French (Français) after the German (Deutsch)

De temps en temps s'échappe de ma poitrine
Ce qui lui pèse depuis ta mort ;
Cela me pousse, comme une envie de jeunesse
À aspirer encore une fois au bonheur.

Mais quand je me demande : « Qu'est le bonheur ? »
Je ne puis alors donner d'autre réponse
Que celle-ci : que tu me reviennes,
Pour, comme naguère, vivre avec moi.

Je vois alors ce matin lumineux
Où nous t'avons portée au tombeau ;
Et sans bruit mes espoirs s'éteignent,
Et plus jamais je n'aspirerai au bonheur.


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Based on
  • a text in German (Deutsch) by Theodor Storm (1817 - 1888), no title, appears in Tiefe Schatten, no. 2
      • This text was set to music by the following composer(s): Heinrich, Freiherr von Bach, as Heinrich Molbe. Go to the text.

 

Text added to the website: 2016-02-10.
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